Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Technova,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.